Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” I say with a strangled voice, and I try again. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
His hands are hooked around my neck, thumbs and forefingers on my face. “Jason,” I whisper.
He’s so close, all I would have to do is move a little to the front, and we would be able to kiss. “Are you going to kiss me?”
I expect him to dive in and press his lips to mine, but he just keeps stroking his fingers along my cheeks. “Do you want me to?”
I whimper and grab the front of his shirt, pulling him against me. “Yes.”
He moves in so slowly, the anticipation builds until I feel that I may combust. When his lips finally touch mine, I don’t dare move.
His kisses are slow, testing me one minute and then all-consuming the next. It’s like something has been unlocked inside him, and he ravages my mouth. With his hands, he tilts my face, letting him deepen the kiss. I can’t think… all I can do is feel, and I need to be closer. I don’t know if he pulls me or if it’s me that pushes into him, but I move and straddle his lap.
I slide down until we’re perfectly meshed together. His manhood is hard, pressed right to my core, and my hips have a mind of their own because I thrust into him, grinding myself on him.
His hands are on my lower back, holding me to him, and I wrap my hands around his neck. His kiss is everything, and when he pulls away, we’re both breathless.
It’s only when my mind starts to clear that I realize what I’m doing. If he hadn’t stopped, I would have gone all the way with him. That’s how gone I am.
I push against his chest, but he’s not letting me go.
I swear his manhood is vibrating against my swollen clit, and it feels so good, I hate what I’m about to do.
“Let me up, Jason.”
He lets me go instantly. I’m sure he knows something is wrong by the sound of my voice.
“Liv, what is it? What’s wrong?”
I climb off his lap, and the first thing I notice is that my panties are a mess. My eyes are wide, and I’m looking around the apartment. I spot my purse and go to grab it. Jason is on his feet. “Liv. Stop.”
He grabs on to my arm, and I know I’m freaking him out. His eyes are wide, and he’s obviously worried. None of this is his fault. I try to calm my breaths. “Jason, I need to leave.”
He pulls me to him. He’s not angry but he’s definitely frustrated. I completely get it because I’m feeling the same way. “You can’t leave. Not like this. What happened? I’m sorry—”
He starts to apologize, and I put my hand to his chest. “No, don’t you dare apologize, Jason Hawk. You didn’t do anything wrong. This is just a lot. I need to leave.”
He’s quiet for so long, but I wait for him to release me. He never does.
“Fine. You want to leave. I’ll walk you out.”
“You don’t have to—”
He holds his hand up. “No. I’ll walk you to your car, Olivia. I’m sure I can at least do that right.”
I grab my purse, and without talking, we walk out of his apartment. I’ve ruined a perfectly good night, and I feel like shit for it. We walk quietly out of the building and along the path toward the parking lot. Neither one of us says a word, and as we get closer to my car, I know i need to say something. “I’m sorry, Jason.”
“If I hurt you… if I did something you didn’t want me to do…”
I stop him next to my car and put a hand on his chest. “You didn’t. And I know you’d never hurt me. It’s not that, but I can’t talk about it right now.”
He shakes his head. I know he’s the type that likes to take care of things, and it’s killing him that he can’t fix this. I pat him on the chest. “Jason, I promise, I’m okay.”
He shoves a hand through his hair in frustration.
“Okay?” I ask him.
He blows out a breath. “I don’t have much of a choice, do I? Fuck, Liv, I feel so helpless. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll fix it.”
I curl my hand around his neck. “I wish it was that easy. I’ll text you when I get home.”
I wait for him to argue with me some more, but he steps back. “Okay, I’m coming to see you tomorrow.”
I can’t deny him. Hopefully by tomorrow, I’ll have my shit together. “No, I’ll come here.”
He’s adamant. “No, I want to take you on a normal date.”
“I don’t get off until six tomorrow.”
He nods. “I’ll pick you up at your apartment.”